Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 277
The hairpin left the shoulder blade, and a red lotus blossomed in full bloom on the shoulder blade. The man's gentle and calm voice rang in the boy's ear: "Shh. Little Dongliu knows that I don't like to hear such screams, so why did he forget the rules? Should I fight? Huh?"

Dong Liu was trembling with pain, but also trembling with fear, biting his lips tightly, all the blood had faded from his pale face.

His hands unconsciously clenched the mattress on his body to resist the overwhelming pain. His consciousness had already become blurred, but when the man's voice sounded in his ears, he immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

His blood turned cold almost instantly. He tried his best to restrain the severe pain and torture everywhere in his body, gritted his teeth, and admitted his mistake in a low and trembling voice: "It should be hit. Master, Master, I really know that I was wrong..."

The torture in the middle of the night was enough for him to understand the consequences of any word of resistance.

Admitting his mistakes may not immediately end the punishment, but if he doesn't cooperate, the punishment that makes him feel extremely painful will definitely continue endlessly.

The man's methods are too ruthless, and he never knows what pity is.

Dongliu didn't have the courage to resist him.

"Tsk." The man's hand gently stroked the high and swollen red mark on his shoulder, where the fingertips brushed, even if he didn't use a little effort, the pain of the original scar would intensify, "Xiao Dongliu is so afraid of pain." , how do you still have the courage to run away from home? I really can't figure it out..."

With a low laugh, he said, "Isn't it duplicity?"

Dong Liu's forehead was pressed against the pillow, and large beads of sweat slid down the forehead onto the pillow. On the slender neck and fair face, fine cold sweat dripped out uninterruptedly.

"Master..." the young man opened his mouth, and the voice overflowing his throat seemed to be the cry of a small animal, with obvious weakness and a bit of panic, "I was wrong, Master severely...punished, punished me..."

The man chuckled again when he heard the words.

Lifting his beautiful and slender palm lightly, a whip fell into his hand like a spirit snake. He casually ran the whip across the young man's handsome back: "Tell me, why did you run away from home?"

this problem……

Dong Liu buried his head in the pillow, making it hard to see the expression on his face, but there was a trace of disobedience in his profile.

Ok?
Unruly?

The man's eyes were narrow, and he raised and lowered the whip, but it ended in the boy's sobbing voice: "I'm jealous..."

envy?

After the whip pierced through the air, it didn't fall, but was easily taken back by the man, with a bit more playfulness in his voice: "Who are you jealous of?"

"Master is good to them..." Dong Liu tilted his head, looked at the wall inside the bed, his voice suppressed his loneliness, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't help but kill them."

The man seemed a little surprised, but he didn't make any more moves, and said lightly, "Turn your face around."

Dong Liu's body froze, and he slowly turned his pale face over, laying on his side on the pillow, his bright eyes had lost their former glory, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, and his forehead was covered with a few strands of messy hair. Silk.

His eyes were reddish, as if he had been greatly wronged, pale and helpless.

"I treat them well?"

Dong Liu pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "It's just... better than me."

"Don't forget whose surname you took." The man snorted coldly, "As the only beginner disciple of this seat, do you still want to compete with several other low-level people?"

Dongliu pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "I...I just can't help it..."

(End of this chapter)